It finally became Tuesday
On a Sunday
When the hallways flooded with people
Rushing forward
Running toward it
Pushing and tripping to see
What had been birthed from the morning
And what the smoke had left behind

It was a Wednesday kind of day
Although I knew it was Friday
But calm, and too quiet
To have such a name
Or carry such a burden
I watched her as she spoke
And squeezed my legs tightly together
As I let my womanhood cry for her
And what she had lost

Then everything was silent
And it was fleeting too fast
Gone again in the blink of an eye
That’s what Saturdays do
It stayed with me into Sunday
And that’s when I fell back
And stood
Letting the others flow passed me
As I stared in amazement at what I saw

As I gazed at that gentle reeling
Of all the lost ones trapped in feeling
Everything turned into nothing
And became upside down
And right side up
Eternity came into being
All in one
And then it was lost
It was Tuesday in that way.